Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

Chapter 1131: Chapter 1130: Just One Thin Layer Away

The farce is over.

The four of them — Lu Xiaobu — gathered together once more.

On the surface, Lu Xiaobu seemed perfectly fine, as if the previous incident hadn’t affected him at all.

Ye Changsheng wanted to ask Lu Xiaobu, but Lu Xiaobu remained silent, saying nothing.

Then he considered asking Zheng Hai, but seeing Zheng Hai even more despondent than Lu Xiaobu, he sighed and refrained.

Red Dust Heart Refining must continue, mustn’t it?

However, after Ye Changsheng left, Lu Xiaobu revealed a smirk, leisurely gazing at the door as Ye Changsheng departed.

Although his inner struggles weren’t completely resolved, they were mostly clear — about eighty percent. He could basically handle external affairs now with ease.

Unless he faced someone who knew him too well, who wouldn’t miss a single weakness of his, like Lin Feng, or an exceptional psychological master, he wouldn’t sink back into uncertainty.

So, Red Dust Heart Refining is more of a playful endeavor for him now; the outcome doesn’t really matter.

If he could find answers quicker, that’s great.

If not, it’s simply spending more time pondering.

Though Ye Changsheng meant well, he’s done his fair share of showing off in front of him.

If he doesn’t ’return the favor,’ it’d indeed be quite unbecoming, wouldn’t it!

Feeling distressed, Zheng Hai glanced up briefly at Lu Xiaobu’s strange smile and twitched his lips.

He’s pretending too, for crying out loud!

Those were just a few little punks, causing temporary confusion is one thing, but making him question his life?!

As for why he pretends?

You all just analyze it yourselves!

After a night’s rest, the four of them set off again.

This time they didn’t continue on foot.

After all, Heavenly Dynasty is vast; walking slowly would indeed waste too much time.

So, the fatty took charge and rented a car, acting as the driver, forging ahead.

For this, the fatty grumbled quite a bit: ”Excessive! Being Zhu Bajie is bad enough, now I’m supposed to be the White Dragon Horse?”

”Grandmaster Ye has seniority, being a driver isn’t suitable! Young Master Lu is the same — not suitable!”

”Originally, Zheng Hai and I took turns driving, maintaining a balance! But look, now Zheng Hai is depressed too!”

Anyone who’s driven before knows, while driving might seem like just sitting, it’s actually quite tiring.

So it’s normal for the fatty to grumble incessantly.

But then again, Red Dust Heart Refining doesn’t have a fixed destination to begin with. Being in a hurry isn’t good.

Thus, they let the fatty have his way. If he feels tired, they stop; if he doesn’t, they keep going.

When they come across woods, they pause for a picnic.

When they come across streams, they catch fish and wash up.

When they come across villages or towns, they continue earning travel fees.

Though they’re four guys, they experience little restraint, feeling a bit like wandering across the heavens and earth.

”Do you really love sitting on top of the car?” Ye Changsheng asked, holding a jug of wine, sitting beside Lu Xiaobu.

At this moment, Lu Xiaobu wasn’t sitting on the ground but on the rooftop of the car.

This behavior often puzzled Ye Changsheng.

”Standing high, seeing far,” Lu Xiaobu calmly replied.

In Ye Changsheng’s presence now, he remained the same.

”Since you love high places, why don’t we climb a mountain then?” Ye Changsheng took a swig of wine and laughed.

Lately, he’s felt quite proud, believing his Red Dust Heart Refining is working; Lu Xiaobu’s been talking more.

”A mountain needn’t be high; it becomes revered with a spiritual presence,” Lu Xiaobu casually quoted.

”Holy crap! You’re impressive! You spin poetry out of a trivial thing?!” Ye Changsheng didn’t display the demeanor of a grandmaster at all.

Lately, it’s unclear if the fatty spoiled him; his speech frequently began with, ”Holy crap!”

Sometimes even crafting phrases like, ”three holy craps,” or ”square of three holy craps.”

Honestly, Lu Xiaobu hadn’t even heard such things before.

”Pity you read so little; one ’holy crap’ makes its way through the world,” Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes and glanced at Ye Changsheng.

”Shut up! You’re sick right now, I won’t argue with you! Someday, when you’re fine, I’ll give you a beating!” Ye Changsheng had grown accustomed to Lu Xiaobu’s sharp tongue and didn’t mind.

”By the way, I never asked you. How did you know I’d get into trouble the last time? Didn’t you say I’ve jumped out of the Three Realms and am not in the Five Elements, so you can’t predict me?” Lu Xiaobu recalled something.

”I indeed can’t predict you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t predict others.”

Ye Changsheng became smug as the conversation steered to his field of expertise: ”Why do you think I insist on bringing the fatty and Zheng Hai?! I can’t predict you, but under the pull of the two’s Qi, I can deduce a rough answer!”

”You’re proficient in probability theory.” Lu Xiaobu nodded.

He understood Ye Changsheng’s intentions.

His fate couldn’t be controlled, but as Zheng Hai and the fatty journeyed alongside him, if their fates evolved, Ye Changsheng could deduce certain things through their changes.

”Naturally, scientific fortune-telling is something I’ve always focused on researching.” Ye Changsheng declared proudly.

”You, as a Grandmaster, mingling with us like this, aren’t you worried about losing face for a Grandmaster?” Lu Xiaobu asked again.

”Face? What’s face? I am face itself!” Ye Changsheng scoffed: ”Who am I? I’m the Grandmaster! I’m hanging with you, who dares to ridicule me?! They’ll only flatter you guys!”

After finishing his boast, Ye Changsheng turned and got off the car.

Well, the bragging’s done; I can’t stay longer.

Lu Xiaobu is right, lately, there’s been a bit of a loss in stature!

He’s been joking around with a few juniors daily!

What’s even more annoying is, after getting drunk last night, what did that fatty call him?!

He remembered it was ”buddy”?!

He’s a Grandmaster, a buddy?!

A buddy is something you can call?!

If Lu Xiaobu hadn’t mentioned it, he’d almost forgotten!

No wonder the fatty’s been avoiding him today!

Damn it! If he doesn’t whoop him, it won’t ease the anger!

Ye Changsheng left, but Lu Xiaobu’s mind was reverberating like a great bell and the sound of a grand gong.

Face!? He is face itself?!

The words seem to have the same essence as those uttered by the punks before!

He’s getting closer and closer to piercing that veil of truth!

However, the only thing missing now is how to fuse these answers into his own answer!

And just then, the fatty, who was being pinned down by Ye Changsheng ready for a beating, suddenly exclaimed: ”What’s this?! A tracker?! Why is there a tracker under the car?!”

The moment those words came out, all four of their faces dropped!

A tracker?!

Why is this thing here?!

Who’s following them?!